Sooooo.

I feel so confused.  misconstrued.  
bruised. Ego shattered.  
black and blue
I want to give in too
your desires. needs and mood
but the ground is to shaky
the outcome to rebellious  
the future has become jealous of the now and how this love like an infinite many
and no other before can have the door shut so quickly  
my dear, tomorrow has gotten so. sticky.     I'm not confused.  
no I'm torn.
and not in two but between you and this notion of us
we are not. free.
at least not in any sense that makes any sense
we are held captive by captivating glances from across the room at midnight across the table at noon and soon
this could all be a memory
like so many  
others before
Listen.  I don't know where this will end
but I know where it began  
how we got this far  
built something on respect.
text messages - sex and honesty  
so honestly I'm not torn
I'm upset - tipped off my toes  
unbalanced by a lack of mutual decisiveness.
so decidedly I care not to push through this process of postulated ideas
as seamless as you say you can see us perhaps the vision of happily ever after deceived us.  
truthfully - neither you or I need this
we only want it.
which is almost better.